Even Dad gets in on the action! Which would be me, actually. Which is why I choose not to think about that (slightly creepy) part as much as the rest, with all the youthful invigoration and all, which is obviously where I fit in.
Just to be clear, and because some people have given me that quizical look in person, I do not intend to ride around on my wheeliebar wheels, pretending that I am actually wheelie'ing. To be clear.
I guess on one hand I can kinda maybe understand you wondering this. And then on the other, I'm sorta disturbed that there are those of you are out there envisioning this to be my goal. Like if I died in my sleep tonight, this might be the one big thing that you remember about me and might, heaven forbid, use to memorialize me at my funeral, during the "if anyone would like to speak" portion of the service, when much to everyone's surprise, that one wildcard (you) steps up to the microphone.
You know that saying about how "if I have to explain it to you, you will never understand?" Well, this may well be one of those times, and I just want you to know that I accept full responsibility for my share of this communication breakdown, however small it may be. At the same time, I have decided to place most of you squarely in the "visual learner" camp, but I do not mean that in a bad way, and I do mean that.
The plan, and I do have one, is to fully internet-expose, over the course of my holiday break, in the most visual way possible (given your
All kidding aside, thanks David, for the rad video and to the rest of you for helping indulge my fantastical one-wheeled fantasies. Odds are that it will not end well, but there's always that chance . . .